I Shot Ya (Remix) (Feat. Keith Murray, Prodigy, Fat Joe & Foxy Brown)

Yeah, L.O.D., Keith Murray, Def Squad
Mr., Mr., Mr., Mr. Smith, you wanna hit?
Give me a hour plus I'm spendin' the bag

Yo, I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet taking a shit
My style is all that, and a big bag of chips with the dip
Fuck all that sensuous shit
I represent intellectual violence
And leave your clique holier than the Ten Commandments
Like Redman, I shift with the ruck
If your inf' was a spliff, we'd be all fucked up
No need to ask who is he, son, I get busy
Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many rough cities
(Chicago, L.A., L.A.), I laugh then Norman Bates ya
I love to hate ya, 'cause you's a freak by nature
Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya
Drink your style down straight with no chaser
My verbal combat's like a mini-MAC to your back
And soon as one of you niggas try to overreact (blao!)
The L.O.D. love good confrontation, the vamp
Break your concentration, murder your camp
For the jealous overzealous, we fellas
Blow the spot like Ralph at Marcella's
Niggas coming through and acting wild
Y'all commercial niggas better have a Coke and a smile
I shot ya

Yo, I conversate with many men, it's time to begin again
Forgot what I already knew, you hear me, friend?
Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body
Secret society, tryna keep they eye on me
But I'mma stay incogni' in places they can't find me
Make my moves strategically, the G-O-D
Is sorta similar but iller than a chess player
I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker
While you wonder what we're sayin' on the records reel
Yeah, you motherfuckin' right, kid, you know the deal
My mob is infamous just like the fuckin' title read
You get backslapped so hard, make your nose bleed
So bow! Kid's feeling guilty about the -scratching
The truth hurts, baby girl, so just face it
But anyway, back on the real side of things
My niggas sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings
Not only is it inside the songs that we sing
Everything is real, not just the song that we sing
From my life to the paper, very accurately
Give you all of my two so maybe you can three
Prodigy will forever S-H-I-N-E
My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea
How dare you ever in your life walk past me
Without acknowledging this man as G-O-D
I shot his faggot ass

Now who the fuck you think you talkin' to?
I paid dues, I spray crews, look, I'm Joey Crack
Motherfuckers be like, "He's bad news"
Runnin' this racket from New York to Montego
Slaughtering people, bring a ton of ki's from Puerto Rico
I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer
These bitch-ass niggas know we stronger
Than these weaklings seeking for respect that ain't there
Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air
Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties
While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi
Call for ambulette, this man's wet
Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette
Razor, which I keep hidden in my oral
Ready to spat out in any adult that wants to quarrel
These Feds want me for some tax evasion
Mad at the fact that somebody's
Getting loot, shit that's not Caucasian
Bullets be blazin' through these streets filled with torture
Joey Crack, A.K.A. Kaiser Soze

Thug niggas give they minks to chinks
Tore down, we sip drinks, rockin' minks, flashin' rings and things
Frontin' hard, four deep inside the Jeep mackin'
Doin' my thing, fly nigga, you a Scarface king
Bitches, grab your tetas, get them niggas for they cheddar
Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers
Flossin' rocks like the size of Fort Knox
Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin' like Versace locs, pops
On the creep, open like raw ass cheeks, I'm sexin'
Raw dog without protection, disease infested, uh
Italiano, got the Luciano
I gets down fuckin' with Brown Fox, extra keys to the drop
Poo, I'm jinglin', baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me
To lay low, I play slow, roll with The Firm
Mafioso crime kingpin, it all real, nigga, what the deal?
I shot ya

What the fuck? I thought I conquered the world
Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girls
But still, niggas wanna instigate shit
I battle any nigga in the rap game quick
Name the spot, I make it hot for you bitches
Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck, boo
Word, I'm here to crush all my peers
Rhymes of the Month in The Source for twenty years
Niggas scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state
I use my presidential Rolex to be the bait
Niggas fight, Glock cocks, your temple gets fucked
MCs that fuck with LL, they gets bucked
That's real, what's up with that "I shot ya" deal?
Light shit, niggas slip, now how the bullet feel?
New York appeal, in L.A. they gangbang
But if you touch a mic, your motherfuckin' ass hang
That's facts, niggas don't receive no type of slack
'Cause if they do, they asses always runnin' back
Not this time, but next time I'mma name names
LL, shittin' from on top of the game
I shot ya